Repurposed Greatness

Nine months came and went
More than 25 years ago.
Mother and father had high hopes;
Poor choices popped their bubble.
I, myself, had aspirations
That didn't materialize to wants.
So fate brought me here,
Washing clothes at a laundromat,
Reading dense literature _ making attempts
To salvage wisdom and knowledge
That slipped through my scholarly fingers.
Because I used my elementary years
To chase girls, skip class, and wither.
But racing from the laundromat driers,
A pair of young siblings come hither.
The brother is younger.
His sister can't be more than five.
I was them one point in time:
Juvenile, untapped potential, alive.
Without their knowledge,
I leave them a parting gift.
Not of toys, sweets, or giggles...
Just one simple wish.
That is they grow into adulthood
And accomplish things I dreamt.